At least, he was no longer jealous of Godensky or of any man, and was humbly repentant for his suspicions of me the night before.

When Raoul is repentant, and wishes to atone for something that he has done, he is enchanting.

There was never a man like him.
At five I sent him away, with the excuse that I must rest, as I hadn't slept much the night before; but really it was because I feared lest I should disgrace myself before him by breaking down, and giving him a fright--or perhaps even by being mad enough to confess the thing I had done.

I felt that I was no longer mistress of myself--that I might be capable of any folly.
I could not eat, but I drank a little beef-tea before starting for the theatre, where I went earlier than usual.

It would be something to be busy; and in my part I might even forget for a moment, now and then.
Marianne and I were in my dressing-room before seven.